the programmer sighs
and covers my eyes
I should have been smarter
I should have been wise
it sh**s out the lies
now it's all f**ing grey
it puts me to sleep in the room made of clay
looks like I'm going nowhere fast
I'm counting the walls as the days get fast
I'm losing my hair
I'm getting thin
I am a human being inside a surface skin
If this is correction
I'd rather stay wrong
If this is the cure
I'd rather stay sick
my own protection
i'd better stay strong
it's coming again so I'd better be quick